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The Worm Poem

A Certain Kind Of Death She was in love Their expression of it Was the perfection of it The way they shared Was beyond compare Today is the culmination Of their dedication Today she is pregnant Overwhelmed overjoyed Her heart sings Then the phone rings At the hospital Next to her dead husband How is the possible Why did this happen Grief stricken But not heartbroken She still had a piece of him She had to be strong For their child Even though he was gone She had to march on Pain and spot bleeding Getting ready for birthing No rhyme or reason For complication She took care of her body Took care of her baby Its two months too soon For the child to leave the womb Lacking strength and power It only lived an hour She could only scream No strength to go through the motions She hasn’t seen family or friends Trying to find something within nothing left to give No reason to live she is dead inside Her memories fading away She’s doesn’t want to lose them Tries to hold on to them She racks her brain all day Trying to find a way To keep them fresh and vibrant It came to her at a convenience store A fisherman was buying some worms She saw them wiggling Saw them moving So she bought all they had She knew she had gone mad But she didn’t want to be alone Lying in her bed Longing for the dead She put the worms in her womb And pretended her baby was alive Her days where filled with joy They where going to have a boy Her husband would stay home He could finally feel it kick and move His happiness was there only wish They would love and cherish Every moment of everyday A happy family For everyone to envy She wasn’t alone anymore She was no longer ripped and torn Her evenings were horrifying She wasn’t just taking worms out She was reliving her baby dying She never once heard it crying Never got to hold it in her arms Failed to keep it from harm She was useless She was helpless She should have died too She should have kept inside her Even if it had killed her She decided one day To keep her baby Decided not let the doctors take it away She started to feel some pain She decided on a name She can barely move now She would keep David safe somehow She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing She can feel his life pulsating She gave birth before she died And David was the only one that cried

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Date: 5/26/2015 5:41:00 PM
gone where no man has gone before....LOL
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Date: 4/18/2011 11:24:00 AM
i eat worms like you for breakfast ' i swim with butterflies ' k.
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Date: 1/19/2011 5:33:00 PM
I have the tendency of loving this poem so much... things that make you go humm!! by the way.. my story today was.. its a "GIRL" LOL... always my fave.. xoxo to you my favorite poet ~Amri..
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Date: 10/17/2010 1:47:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in the contest..Sara
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Date: 10/15/2010 10:02:00 PM
Nathan you sure have a way of keeping the reader guessing on where this was going. Enjoyed it tremendously. Super congrats on your win in the contest! Love Wilma
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Date: 10/7/2010 2:18:00 AM
Congrats my friend, I am very happy you got the place, you sure deserved it... Hope to have you next one!
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Date: 10/5/2010 10:21:00 PM
congrats for the win!, i'm having fun reading your poems..charmane
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Date: 10/5/2010 3:08:00 PM
Congrats Nate on your big first place win in PD's great contest.. awesome work my BFF and enjoyed reading as u enjoy your sweet victory at the top spot tonight with luv..
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Date: 10/5/2010 2:47:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Nathan. Excellent write. Nice going. Ralph
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Date: 10/5/2010 12:51:00 PM
lol! don't wonder lol,, You know this is my favorite. well when it comes to saying WHAT THE HE* CONGRATS MY SWEET, ,..p.d.
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Date: 10/5/2010 11:53:00 AM
Congratulations Nathan on your win in P.D.'s contest " Any Poem Goes* Any Poem"". Love, Carol
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Date: 8/19/2010 8:30:00 PM
Lol, I. Don't know what was more interesting your poem or Chris comment..ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww. lol... your poem rocks my love...and so does your twisted look at things.. and I for one love that I am involved....smiles and kissesxoxooxoxoxooxoxx..later love..p.d.
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Date: 8/19/2010 4:58:00 PM
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